Clearance in the woods
Sun gleaming over from
Its saintly cathedral
Icy rivers in the forest
Quiver in my body.
Suddenly apprehending
Why I have been born
In this world with a body
And leave without it
For the celestial one.
I sense that until now
Have unwittingly
Drag my humble soul
Like an old dark horse
Carts its forbearing master
Through the dusty roads
Of this wonderful world.
HOMO LITURGICUS, Poems by Marin Mihalache
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